People with broken hearts break things. They break vases..windows..mirrors..bottles of gin..or anything of everything that breaks into fragments.
I guess Im different.
I dont break things.
I break myself.
I run as fast as I can until the muscles in my legs tangle up and force me to stop. But I wont. Ill keep running.
I turn the music up so high my eardrums will go crazy like wildfire rushing through my body until it impairs my brain. It is then I can no longer think. I can no longer worry.
I write..pour out every pint of my blood into pen and paper. I will break every joint, every phalanges, and every vein that my hand used to hold hearts and trust.
I cry til my eyeballs drown from the tears. And I will let my soul drown no matter the wreckage.
I drink…letting the alcohol infiltrate my body even if it leaves my liver gasping. And I smoke til my lungs scream for fresh air.
Then when my system can no longer take it, I will leave the memory of those who screwed me over down in the toilet or in surgery or wherever hell I end up in.
And still will I have the audacity to screw up even more.
Call it reckless but to me it is living and learning.